# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d102 | Not a step will I take without Jesus | | | | | | | |
d103 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d104 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d105 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d106 | O my soul is glad and free For my Savior walks | | | | | | | |
d107 | O promise sweet, he leadeth me O'er waters wild and deep | | | | | | | |
d108 | O scatter seeds of loving deeds | | | | | | | |
d109 | O sing the song of salvation | | | | | | | |
d110 | O tenderly Jesus is pleading today | | | | | | | |
d111 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d112 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d113 | O thou Rock of my salvation, Hide me now | | | | | | | |
d114 | O to be like Thee, blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d115 | O ye Christian soldiers, as you march along | | | | | | | |
d116 | Often I've heard of heaven, wonderful country | | | | | | | |
d117 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d118 | One of God's days every dark cloud | | | | | | | |
d119 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d120 | Over the plains and hillsides | | | | | | | |
d121 | Praise him, praise him, all ye little children | | | | | | | |
d122 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d123 | Pray when the morning light is dawning | | | | | | | |
d124 | Precious promise God hath given | | | | | | | |
d125 | Repeat the sweet story of Jesus to me | | | | | | | |
d126 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d127 | Room at the cross for a trembling [sinner's, sinsick] soul | | | | | | | |
d128 | Safely the ninety and nine are sheltered | | | | | | | |
d129 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d130 | Scattering precious seed by the wayside | | | | | | | |
d131 | Shall I be content with one star | | | | | | | |
d132 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d133 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d134 | She has passed to the land of mansions fair | | | | | | | |
d135 | Shepherd of Isr'l, keeping thy sheep | | | | | | | |
d136 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d137 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d138 | Somebody needs you, someone is waiting | | | | | | | |
d139 | Someone touched my heart with love | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sowing and reaping for Jesus our King | | | | | | | |
d141 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d142 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d143 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d144 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
d145 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d146 | The Bible is the grandest book | | | | | | | |
d147 | The cross that he gave may be heavy | | | | | | | |
d148 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want, He leadeth me night and day | | | | | | | |
d149 | The love of Jesus reaches down | | | | | | | |
d150 | The prize is set [just] before us | | | | | | | |
d151 | The tallest lillies droop at eventide | | | | | | | |
d152 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d153 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d154 | There is healing balm for the soul distressed There is sweet relief for the weary breast | | | | | | | |
d155 | There is much to do, there's work on every hand | | | | | | | |
d156 | There will be no dark valley when I am called to go | | | | | | | |
d157 | There will be no sin or care | | | | | | | |
d158 | There's a beautiful home beyond the dark river | | | | | | | |
d159 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d160 | There's a fountain free, 'tis for you and me | | | | | | | |
d161 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d162 | There's a holy well where the fainting soul may drink | | | | | | | |
d163 | There's a land beyond the sea | | | | | | | |
d164 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d165 | There's a line thrown out, O sinking soul | | | | | | | |
d166 | There's a mansion of rest for the good and the blest | | | | | | | |
d167 | There's a story old that has oft been told | | | | | | | |
d168 | There's a wonderful place we call home | | | | | | | |
d169 | There's no cloud can cast a shadow | | | | | | | |
d170 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d171 | Though dark the cloud, the tempest sweeps | | | | | | | |
d172 | Through the white and waiting fields | | | | | | | |
d173 | To the harvest fields I will gladly go | | | | | | | |
d174 | Trying to be like him | | | | | | | |
d175 | Twilight is falling [stealing] over the sea | | | | | | | |
d176 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
d177 | Walk beside me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d178 | We are going down the valley | | | | | | | |
d179 | We are going home to rest | | | | | | | |
d180 | We are told that a great day is coming | | | | | | | |
d181 | We are traveling on life's journey | | | | | | | |
d182 | We see the grass and flowers fading | | | | | | | |
d183 | We shall have no care or sorrow | | | | | | | |
d184 | We shall walk with him in white | | | | | | | |
d185 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d186 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d187 | What a hope we have | | | | | | | |
d188 | What will you say on that great day | | | | | | | |
d189 | Whatever you do in word or deed | | | | | | | |
d190 | When all my trials and cares are o'er | | | | | | | |
d191 | When I am tempted evil to do | | | | | | | |
d192 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d193 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d194 | When tempests dark sweep o'er my soul | | | | | | | |
d195 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
d196 | When the Savior comes for his chosen ones | | | | | | | |
d197 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more | | | | | | | |
d198 | When you see a brother who has sunken | | | | | | | |
d199 | Wherever there may be any need of me | | | | | | | |
d200 | While the days are going for the Lord be sowing | | | | | | | |